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What is this, with blue

Lit-tle shoes, so new —

Cun-ning lit-tle feet,

Trot-ting down the street,

What will mam-ma say?

Ba-by’s run a-way —

Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.

Calls a boy: “Hal-loo!

See here, lit-tle pop-pet show,

Come with me!” No, no,

Ba-by’s do-in’ do

Ba-by’s own self! Fast

Round the cor-ner passed

Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.

Stops a great big man

Hur-ry-ing all he can:

“Here! what’s this! My!

Dropped down from the sky?

Some-bod-y’s to blame!

Ba-by, what’s your name?”

“Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.”

“Where you go-ing? say!”

“Day-day.” “What’s that, hey?

See the ba-by fidg-et!

What d’you want, you midg-et.”

“Piece o’but-ter-bed,

Su-gy on it, ’las-ses on it,

Jam on it,” said

Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.

Peo-ple pause to see:

La-dies, one, two, three;

A po-lice-man, too;

But no one that knew

Whence the ba-by came.

“What’s your pa-pa’s name?”

“Pa-pa Fay Fer-ny.”

Comes a breath-less maid:

“O dear! I’m a-fraid

Ba-by’s lost and gone —

Ba-by Fer-gu-son!

No – there down the street!

O, you naugh-ty sweet

Ba-by Fay Fer-ny!”